Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

"Ah, young master, please come in! Although our humble establishment is small, it is clean and tidy, and I'm sure you'll be satisfied!" The shopkeeper immediately put on a fawning smile and hurried forward, bowing lower than ever before.

Although he didn't know Lin Xuan's identity, based on his years of experience navigating the martial world, he could sense that this young master before him was no ordinary person, radiating an aura that commanded respect.

He solicitously led Lin Xuan to a seat himself, arranging for the best upper room. It was bright and clean, elegantly furnished, and he even specially served a pot of fine Nu'er Hong wine. The wine was mellow and fragrant, refreshing the senses – truly the inn's finest treasure.

"Young master, your bearing is extraordinary. Judging by your appearance, you are destined to be a dragon among men, with limitless potential!" the shopkeeper said with a smile, employing all his flattery. He relied solely on his intuition and the discerning eye of a man of the martial world, believing Lin Xuan to be either wealthy or noble, certainly not a commoner.

Lin Xuan merely smiled calmly, raising his cup in return. He spoke humbly, "Shopkeeper, you flatter me. I am but a wandering swordsman, traveling the martial world, seeking only peace and quiet."

The more humble he was, the more the shopkeeper felt his extraordinary bearing. His humility held a hint of unfathomable depth, making him even more cautious. His composure and calmness, so unsuited to his age, made him appear like a detached sage or perhaps a disciple of some hidden master. The shopkeeper secretly speculated that such a person might be a young hero from a major sect or a scion of a noble family out for experience.

Chapter Two: Rescuing Shuang'er, Favorability Explodes

In the following days, Lin Xuan's journey through the martial world became a stage for his chivalrous deeds.

He never blindly tried to save the world; each action he took was calculated with precision.

He left Qinghe Town and headed north. This area was close to Zhili (modern Hebei), with relatively sparse population.

One afternoon, as he was riding through a mountain pass, he suddenly heard the clash of swords and a woman's cry from ahead.

He reined in his horse and looked in the direction of the sound. In the woods ahead, a group of burly men in black were surrounding several young women.

These women were all dressed in simple cloth garments, with delicate features and a unique resilience in their brows. They were clearly not pampered young ladies from wealthy families.

Though few in number, they coordinated their movements skillfully. Despite lacking weapons, they were able to maneuver around their attackers with agile footwork. However, they were ultimately outnumbered and in grave danger.

What drew Lin Xuan's attention the most was a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her movements were nimble, her appearance delicate, and her eyes, as they darted about, held a touch of the gentle grace of a Jiangnan water town.

Her figure was slender yet shapely, and beneath her plain clothes, the nascent curves of a young woman were faintly visible. Her purity and resilience seemed particularly alluring in Lin Xuan's eyes.

"You lowly wenches, surrender! If you come with us obediently, you'll suffer less physical pain!" the leader of the black-clothed men roared with a sinister grin. He swung his long saber, nearly causing the young girl to fall.

Lin Xuan reined in his horse, his gaze sharp. He could tell these black-clothed men were not ordinary bandits; their movements had a hint of military training, and their objective was clear – they seemed to be after these women.

He urged his horse forward, not accelerating, but approaching slowly. The sound of the horse's hooves was particularly clear in the secluded mountain pass, causing the black-clothed men to turn back alertly.

"What kind of vermin dares to commit evil here in broad daylight?" Lin Xuan's voice was not loud, but it carried an imposing solemnity that brooked no argument.

Like a gentle mountain breeze, it swept over them, yet it contained an undeniable power that instantly overshadowed the black-clothed men's clamor.

The leader of the black-clothed men saw that Lin Xuan was alone on his horse. While his demeanor was extraordinary, he was unarmed and appeared too refined, so they didn't take him seriously.

He spat and cursed viciously, "What brat is this? If you know what's good for you, scram! Meddling in other people's business might cost you your life!" He clearly didn't take this seemingly frail young master seriously.

Lin Xuan ignored his rudeness. He calmly and slowly dismounted, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll rather than facing a group of ferocious bandits.

He savored the feeling of being in control, the transition from contempt to fear in their eyes.

Just as the nearest black-clothed man swung his saber, Lin Xuan subtly shifted his body. It looked effortless, but in reality, he evaded the blade with the exquisite footwork of the Nine Yin Manual.

At the same time, he flicked his fingers, and the steel saber in the black-clothed man's hand flew out with a clang, embedding itself in a tree several yards away, the hilt still trembling.

Immediately after, Lin Xuan casually tossed the horse reins to another black-clothed man, who stood frozen, stunned by this supernatural display.

"Hold my horse for me, and don't get it dirty," Lin Xuan commanded casually, his tone as natural as if addressing a familiar stablehand, carrying an undeniable sense of authority.

The subordinate, utterly intimidated by his aura and the bizarre turn of events, inexplicably took the reins and stood rooted to the spot.

He didn't dare to make a sound even when the horse comfortably nuzzled his clothes. This strange scene stunned the leader and the rest of the black-clothed men.

They had expected Lin Xuan to fight, but they hadn't anticipated such an unconventional move, as if he didn't take them seriously at all. His composure and calmness instead sent a chill down their spines.

Lin Xuan sneered inwardly. This was how one established authority. The more unexpected the action, the more it could deter people.

As for the rescued women, the elder among them, the moment Lin Xuan made his move, her eyes suddenly narrowed.

She had witnessed many martial arts experts, but she had never seen anyone so casual yet so unfathomably skilled. She stared intently at Lin Xuan's retreating back, her mind racing with incredible rumors.

"Such skill!" The leader of the black-clothed men's expression changed drastically, a flicker of fear in his eyes. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm, "You... who are you, a master? State your name!" He attempted to probe using martial world etiquette.

Lin Xuan stood with his back to him, as if dusting off his clothes. He didn't answer directly.

He turned around calmly, his gaze falling on the group of women, especially the delicate young girl. He enjoyed this feeling of being looked up to, especially by a beauty.

In this tense moment, behind him, the rescued young girl's clear eyes were fixed on his every move.

Lin Xuan's otherworldly composure and unfathomable martial arts filled her long-suffering heart with an unprecedented sense of shock and security.

She had heard others mention a young hero who had recently appeared in the martial world, possessing both wisdom and courage, with incredible abilities, who had achieved great feats in Xiangyang City.

His name, his style of conduct, vaguely overlapped with the young master before her.

She saw his simple attire, yet extraordinary bearing; she saw his youth, yet unfathomable martial arts, capable of deterring everyone without a word. How similar this was to the legends circulating in the martial world!

"He... he's Young Master Lin!" The girl couldn't suppress her shock and joy and blurted out softly.

Though her voice was quiet, it carried an unbelievable certainty, "Little Zhuge Lin Xuan from Xiangyang City..." Her eyes sparkled with admiration, her reverence boundless.

The girl's few words, though not spoken loudly, struck the leader of the black-clothed men and all his men like a bolt from the blue, exploding in their minds!

Their expressions, initially fierce, instantly turned to terror, followed by endless pallor and cold sweats!

The name "Little Zhuge Lin Xuan" had long since spread not only throughout the Central Plains but even to this region of Zhili! They, these desperate men living by the blade, loved listening to martial world rumors.

They naturally knew this name and what kind of heroic figure it represented! He was a formidable man who could annihilate elite Mongol Wolf Riders in a single night!

He was a peerless figure who could ascend to the imperial court or roam the martial world, admired by countless martial artists!

The leader of the black-clothed men dropped his steel knife with a clang. He fell to his knees with a thud, his body trembling violently. The arrogance was gone from his face, replaced by deep fear and regret!

"Spare me! Young Master Lin, spare me! I... I didn't recognize your greatness, my dog eyes failed to see a hero!" He kowtowed, crying and wailing, tears streaming down his face. His forehead soon bled from the impact. "I'll never dare again! Please, Young Master Lin, spare me!"

The surrounding black-clothed men also threw down their weapons and scrambled to kneel and beg for mercy, their cries of anguish rising one after another. Some were so terrified they lost control of their bowels and bladder, and the air filled with a foul odor.

Lin Xuan watched coldly, his eyes devoid of any pity. He never showed mercy to these villains, but he disdained to get his own hands too dirty with their blood.

What's more, he needed these "survivors" to stir up trouble, to draw out the mastermind behind the scenes, and to be used by him.

He activated the Soul Shifting Great Law from the Nine Yin Manual, supplementing it with his internal energy to intimidate, and whispered a few words into the ear of the black-clothed men's leader.

"Go to the authorities and confess, and implicate the mastermind behind this case! If you dare to hide even the slightest bit, no matter how vast the world, no one will be able to save you!" Lin Xuan's voice was cold and authoritative, an undeniable command that pierced the heart.

The leader of the black-clothed men seemed frozen in place, his eyes vacant. Then, like a puppet on strings, he shakily led his subordinates towards the main road.

They were clearly completely intimidated by Lin Xuan's methods and had no intention of resisting any further.

Only then did Lin Xuan turn to look at the rescued women. His gaze swept over them, especially the delicate young girl, sensing their terror and deep reverence in the wake of their near-death experience.

"Are you ladies alright?" His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze caressing a willow, soothing their startled hearts.

An older woman stepped forward. Dressed in plain cloth, she had a calm demeanor and was clearly the one in charge of this group of women.

She bowed gracefully to Lin Xuan, her voice filled with boundless gratitude. "Thank you, Young Master Lin, for saving us. Your great kindness is something we will never forget. If not for your righteous intervention, we would likely have been doomed forever."

Beside her, the young girl imitated her bow. She looked up, her eyes, like those of a startled fawn, secretly observing the young man before her.

His face was as beautiful as jade, his eyes as bright as stars, and he exuded an indescribable transcendent aura, like an immortal stepping out of a painting.

A blush of shyness bloomed on her oval cheeks, making her skin appear as white as snow. Though petite, her figure was shapely, and even her simple cloth dress couldn't hide her graceful curves.

Her heart suddenly quickened, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed. This was the charm of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, capable of captivating hearts without being seen.

"You don't need to be so formal, young lady. Please rise." Lin Xuan gently helped them up, his voice carrying a touch of appropriate concern.

"May I ask where you ladies are from? Have you encountered any trouble?" Lin Xuan asked softly, a hint of worry in his tone.

The older woman hesitated, glancing at the young girl beside her, as if recalling an unpleasant memory. But she ultimately chose to be honest:

"We are old acquaintances from Huzhou. Our family fortunes have declined, and we now live in a large house in the deep mountains of Hebei. Today, we came out to purchase some supplies, never expecting to encounter such a disaster..."

She clearly didn't wish to elaborate on her family's background, but the words "old acquaintances from Huzhou," "family fortunes have declined," and "deep mountains of Hebei" were enough for Lin Xuan to discern some clues.

He remained impassive, merely saying gently, "So that's how it is. Times are difficult now, and it's not easy for you ladies to be out alone."

"When one sees injustice, one must step in. The carriage is ruined, but I can send someone to the town to find a replacement and arrange for some travel expenses to help you reach your destination safely. Please don't worry about it."

Just as Lin Xuan was about to take his leave, the young girl bit her lower lip and, summoning her courage, suddenly knelt down again. Her clear eyes held a plea and a firm resolve.

"Young... Young Master Lin," her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, trembling uncontrollably, yet remarkably firm, "Shuang'er... Shuang'er has known since childhood that great kindness must..."

She paused, as if choosing her words carefully, and finally made up her mind. "Shuang'er wishes to spend this life and this world by your side forever! Shuang'er... Shuang'er is willing to be your servant, to attend to your every need, to repay your great kindness!"

Her delicate and beautiful face was now so red it looked like it could bleed, alluring and sweet.

"Please... please don't dislike Shuang'er. Shuang'er... Shuang'er is willing to give everything to you, just please... don't abandon me!" She lowered her head, her cheeks so red they seemed to be bleeding, but she did not waver in the slightest.

The resilience forged through life's hardships and her desire to repay his kindness transformed into the most direct of declarations.

"Shuang'er?" The name flashed through Lin Xuan's mind.

The delicate young girl before him was actually Shuang'er from The Deer and the Cauldron, that gentle, kind, and loyal Shuang'er!

As soon as Shuang'er spoke, the older woman gasped and tried to stop her, but Shuang'er's gaze halted her.

She knew that Shuang'er valued kindness immensely. Moreover, for this Young Master Lin, even being a maidservant would be a tremendous fortune. Being under his protection might be more secure than returning to the dangerous Zhuang family mansion.

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow at her words.

This Shuang'er was indeed as described in the original work, valuing loyalty and righteousness. Once she recognized a benefactor, she would be utterly devoted. Such a loyal and beautiful woman was rare and sought-after!

However, his expression remained unchanged. He merely sighed softly and pretended to shake his head in helplessness. Playing hard to get was the mark of a true master.

"Why do you say that, young lady? I simply helped when I saw injustice, it was my duty. How could I expect repayment?" Lin Xuan's tone was sincere, as if he truly had no ulterior motives.

His words were noble and righteous, portraying himself as a saint who sought no reward.

However, his eyes held a subtle encouragement and expectation that fell upon Shuang'er. The magnetic charm emanating from the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique further solidified Shuang'er's resolve. He knew Shuang'er would not give up easily.

Shuang'er became even more determined, her eyes shining with stubborn light. She had suffered hardships since childhood, her parents had been murdered, and she had been through much turmoil. Only kindness was what she valued most.

Having been an orphan since childhood, she understood the sorrow of being alone and helpless in the world. The young master before her was the most handsome, most dignified, and the man who gave her the greatest sense of security she had ever encountered.

The composure and authority in his every move convinced her that only by following him could she find true peace.

"If Young Master Lin does not accept Shuang'er, Shuang'er... Shuang'er will not rise from her knees!" Shuang'er stubbornly kowtowed, her forehead touching the ground, her voice filled with unyielding resolve.

"Shuang'er is alone and has no one to rely on. I am indebted to you, Young Master, for saving my life. If I cannot repay your kindness, Shuang'er... Shuang'er will never have peace of mind in this life! Please, Young Master... no matter what, accept Shuang'er!"

Seeing her persistence, Lin Xuan showed a troubled expression, as if moved by her "pure" stubbornness. Inwardly, however, he was overjoyed. This little girl was indeed single-minded.

He sighed softly, as if reluctantly compromising. The act had to be complete.

"Very well, very well..." He stepped forward and personally helped Shuang'er up.

His fingers touched her soft wrist, feeling the warm tremble of her nervousness, like an electric shock. Shuang'er's face instantly turned even redder.

Her petite body trembled slightly, like a delicate flower bud about to bloom, evoking a sense of pity. Lin Xuan secretly rejoiced. This touch, this reaction, was indeed that of a pure maiden who had never known intimacy. He was already looking forward to future "deep exchanges."

"Since you have made up your mind, it would be hypocritical of me to refuse," Lin Xuan said with a faint smile, his eyes carrying a trace of imperceptible indulgence.

This indulgence came from the heart. After all, who wouldn't dote on a woman like Shuang'er?

"However, the talk of being a servant is unnecessary. You can stay by my side for now."

"Thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Young Master!" Shuang'er's eyes welled up with tears, overwhelmed with gratitude. She knew Lin Xuan was giving her immense face.

She stood respectfully beside Lin Xuan, like his most loyal shadow.

Seeing this, the older woman understood that Lin Xuan's power and Shuang'er's decision were irreversible. She could only sigh, thank Lin Xuan repeatedly, and then hastily leave with the other women.

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Chapter 3: Shuang'er's Devotion

Ever since Shuang'er decided to follow Lin Xuan, her disposition had become like a stream thawing in spring. While she still retained some of the shyness from their first meeting, she also flowed with a comforting gentleness and meticulousness.

Lin Xuan wasn't in a hurry to travel. Instead, he slowed their pace, finding an inn to rest at every evening. He discovered that Shuang'er was indeed, just like in the novels, a natural-born supportive wife, gentle and considerate.

The charm bonus inherent in the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, combined with the gentle and powerful aura Lin Xuan deliberately cultivated, had perfectly won over this pure and kind girl.

She always quietly took care of everything.

Lin Xuan's clothes would be carefully washed, dried, and neatly folded. His tea would be prepared in advance, at the perfect temperature.

Even the scrolls he occasionally read, she would gently blow on the pages with wet ink, afraid Lin Xuan might get stained.

Her movements were gentle, and she never spoke a word, yet she attended to Lin Xuan's life with utmost care. He didn't even need to give instructions; Shuang'er could sense his needs, as if she could read his mind.

Lin Xuan marveled in his heart, "How could any man dislike a woman like this? Obedient and compliant, yet also meticulously attentive."